The Witch and the Watch Pt. 04

When I finally made it out of that yoga studio, the sun was high overhead. I could have stayed longer. With the magic pocket watch to keep the class of hot, fit women willing to do anything I told them to and the Ring of Herakles that gave me the strength and stamina to last for days, it was a tempting prospect too.

But as great as all that mindless sex was, there were other things I needed to take care of. First on that list was settling up with my wife. I couldn't start this new harem-life until then. Or I could, but it'd be nagging me in the back of the head if I tried.

Before I left, the youngest of the women—the one who had been looking at her phone when she should have been staring at my pocket watch—asked me for my phone number. Realizing it might be good to have a way to keep in contact with all these cuties, I handed mine over to her and had her get the contact info of every woman I slept with. In the time it took for me to pin another girl to the wall and pound her tight pussy until I creamed deep inside of her, she had everyone's name, number, email, and some fantastic selfies that made sure to show not just their faces but their naked tits as well.

I had her add the girl I'd been distracting myself while she was busy, as well as the instructor and girl at the front desk, and then I was ready to say goodbye. Well, I took one more picture, one with all twelve women kneeling with their tongues out, looking up hungrily at my cock. Realizing I could be there all day if I continued, I forced myself into my car, adjusted the seat to better fit my new height, and took off back towards home.

I lived in a simple two-bedroom apartment, and when I was pulling into the parking lot, I decided that it just wasn't going to do at all. I would need a much bigger place. Preferably one with neighbors that didn't mind a lot of noise. Big enough to fit my whole harem. As I was trying to decide between taking over the whole apartment building vs buying a small mansion out of town, I turned the key in the lock and headed inside.

"Honey, I'm home!" I'd seen her car parked outside on my way in, so I knew she'd be here as well as she was most days.

My wife Alexa was a shy, introverted housewife that did a great job cooking and cleaning, a not-so-great job writing Christian romance novels, and had set this whole chain of events into motion when she'd looked at my browser history and found that I'd been enjoying some smut that wasn't at all very romantic or Christian. I'd never seen her so disgusted or angry, and I'd spent a few nights on the couch until a co-worker had suggested Esmerelda's shop to find a solution to my problem.

I dangled the pocket watch from its chain and smiled. It was time to see if it was up to the task.

"Bill!" Alexa rushed but stopped herself at the doorway to our bedroom. She was dressed in one of my t-shirts and some roomy pajamas, her brown hair was a mess, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her eyes looked a little puffy, and she was shivering with anger, "How dare you not come home! Why weren't you answering my calls?! Do you know how worried I was?"

Even though she wasn't looking her best, she was still very cute, with her big brown eyes, button nose, and naturally pouty lips. Even wearing one of my shirts, her breasts stuck out from her chest, and I knew full well the slim but soft body she had underneath the drabby clothing. I smiled at her and she took a step back, "...Bill? Is that you?"

"It's me." I closed the distance between us, wrapped my hands around her waist, then lifted her up and spun her around as if she were made of feathers.

"What, hey, put me down!" She pounded on my shoulders until I did, then gave me as solid a blow as she could to my stomach, "What happened to you? You're a giant!"

"I met another woman." Honesty was the best policy, right? "After our fight, Hank at work suggested she'd be able to help patch things up between us, after the... ah... fight. She runs an honest to god magic item store, and one of the things she had on sale was this."

I held up my left hand, the Ring of Herakles glittering next to my wedding band, "I don't know how, but the ring has made me big, strong, powerful."

She stared at me, trying her best to take it all in. I could see she wanted to doubt me... but the alternative, that I was some stranger with the same voice and body language as her husband, was too much to even consider, "Okay... but the problem wasn't that I didn't find you attractive or that I needed help moving some furniture around. So how are these new muscles supposed to fix things?"

I grinned, couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh. That's not what the ring is for. I had her give it to me so I'd have the stamina to keep fucking her all night while you were here waiting for me."

The corner of her lips twitched as her face paled, "What did you just say? We do not use that language in this house... we don't... I can't believe you would...!"

"Relax. Before I fucked her brains out, she did give me something to solve all our problems."

That only made her nostrils flare. I grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed down lightly just as she tried to get away. Not towards the door, but to the kitchen. After our last fight, I didn't want any more shattered plates or brandished knives, "Let me go! What could she give you that could fix this? It's devilry! You've made a deal with a witch!"

"Maybe. But she's a cute one. And she gave me this." I dangled the watch in front of her eyes, "You're getting sleepy."

I watched the fury fade from her eyes, her body loosening, "It's... witchcraft, Bill. Don't... can't..." As angry as she was, she was resisting even longer than Esmerelda had. But no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she couldn't win. I watched as her clenched fists relaxed, as her head swiveled, her eyes closed... then opened slowly, "I am... getting sleepy."

She let out a soft sigh, letting go of all of her anger, more relaxed standing up than she was cozy in bed, "I am hypnotized."

"Kneel."

Her knees went to the floor, her eyes staring straight ahead while seeing nothing.

I discarded the kilt I'd gotten from Esmerelda's store after the magic of the ring had made me too big and muscular to fit back in the pants I'd been wearing, "Get it good and wet with your mouth."

Even in her trance, I saw her eyes go a little wider when my massive cock was just inches from her face. That didn't stop her from obeying though. She ran her tongue up the length, then swallowed the head and let her drool dribble down. I felt her tongue twirling on the head before she fluted down the shaft, lapping at my cock.

I could count the number of blowjobs my wife had given me on one hand, so I was a bit surprised at how well she was doing, "When did you learn to use your mouth like this?"

My cock plastered against her face, she answered simply, "Watching videos on the internet."

That was news to me. Since the whole reason we had been fighting in the first place was that she had a problem with the pornography I'd been consuming, I was left with a lot of questions. Questions I wanted to hear from her out of the trance. But before I woke her up, there were a few things to take care of first.

"Listen up. From now on, you're going to be completely open and honest with me. If you try and hide something from me, you'll instead confess it immediately."

"Yes, sir." She agreed as she stroked my stiff cock in one hand, still giving it tender kisses.

"One more thing. If I tell you something is 'reasonable', it will immediately be reasonable to you. You'll go along with it as if it were your own idea. Understand?" Having my cute wife on her knees worshipping my cock was fun, don't get me wrong, but there were other things on my mind aside from conversation.

"Yes, sir."

"Wake up."

The life slowly returned to her eyes and when she realized what she was doing, she recoiled away, bracing her hands on the floor as she skittered away, "What... what did you? Bill, I don't know what you think you're doing with that watch, but you need to get rid of it immediately. All witchcraft is evil and nothing good will ever come of it."

"I beg to disagree. So far, it's done me a lot of good. And it's going to do wonders to help patch up our relationship." I smiled as I stood over her.

"If you don't get rid of it, there is no relationship!" she demanded.

"Now, now." I held up my hands, "Relax. Let's just talk this out like reasonable adults, okay?"

The word 'reasonable' made her head pull back slightly, the trigger going to work, and her shoulders did sag just a little, "Okay. Fine. We can talk, but you're not going to change my mind. Especially not while you have... that... pointing at me." she said as she gestured towards my cock, still hard and erect, covered in her own saliva.

"You're right. Now isn't the time for that." I took a seat in the middle of the sofa and spread my arms and legs open, "I don't think you can focus until it's out of sight, so it's reasonable to cover it up inside of your pussy, right? Just till we're done sorting this all out."

"Um..." There was a bit of confusion painted all over her face. What I'd said hadn't been at all reasonable... but thanks to the watch, she couldn't figure out why not, "That makes sense."

She made her way over to me, pulling off her pajama bottoms and panties along the way so that she was completely bottomless. She crawled up into my lap, "I'm just covering it up, okay? We're not having sex right now."

I felt her soft vulva rubbing against me. She'd done a pretty good job lubing me up with her mouth, but if she tried to put it in like that, she'd probably hurt herself, "Admit it though. How big it is. How good I look. How crazy this whole situation is." I put my hand around her throat and squeezed lightly, even though she'd told me before that she hated rough sex, "I think it's more than reasonable for you to be more turned on now than you've ever been in your life."

"Ahh..." She let out a little gasp like she'd dipped her toe into the bath and the water was hotter than she'd expected. But she couldn't pull back from the heat that was now flooding her pussy, and my smile became a grin as I saw her cheeks flush more and more.

I grabbed her hips firmly, then pushed her down on to my cock, let her swallow it up inch by inch. She made a loud, lewd noise in the back of her throat and fell forward against my chest. I took that time to grab the t-shirt she was wearing and tear through the fabric as if it were paper, pulling it away from her body. She looked cute wearing one of my shirts, but it wasn't like I was going to be able to fit into them anymore with my new, enhanced frame.

"Hah... hah..." She was panting and shivering on top of me. Having my cock deep inside of her, kissing her womb, combined with the arousal suggestion I'd given her was making it hard for her to think.

I wasn't going to wait on her though, "So. What kind of porn have you been watching when I've been away at work?"

"God... fuck me... please fuck me...!"

She was distracted, so I pulled her head back with a tight grip on her hair, gave her a light slap on the cheek, "Tell me about what you've been watching."

She let out a long, loud moan, but it was enough to loosen her tongue and tell me what I wanted to know, "Mmn... everything. Yesterday was a video about a man fucking three girls in a boardroom. Before that, it was a hardcore public scene. Last week..."

She kept going on. Some of them I recognized. Others I'd never even heard of. My cute little wife who always wanted the lights off when we made love, who would turn her cheek towards me when I went in for a kiss who wrote Christian romance novels whose protagonists always saved themselves for marriage... she was a deviant freak.

"Why? Why would you keep it a secret from me?" After all the trouble she'd given me over the exact same thing she herself had been doing, I needed an explanation.

"Because... because I thought you weren't interested in me...oh god...it's so big...I mean...I thought that I wasn't enough to satisfy you. You have me, so why... nnn... should you need anything else?" She struggled to get the words out, her hips grinding as my cock remained buried deep inside of her.

I gripped her nipple between my knuckles and gave a pinch hard enough to make her jump in my lap, "You hypocritical little prude."

"Hahhh...!" Her back arched, and she grabbed onto my shoulders with all her strength.

"But you're right. You weren't at all enough to satisfy me. But whose fault is that?" I twisted her nipple.

"Mahhh... mine...!" she whined out.

"That's right. It's your fault for not being pleasing enough. For not making my pleasure your priority. And now that the truth has come out, I think it's more than reasonable to have you change your ways. You're going to be my hot little slut from now on, aren't you?"

"Oh god, yes... just... please, fuck me!" she said as her hips kept twisting on my lap. In the past, she'd been so shy I'd never even heard her use the 'F-Word' around me, but now she was as horny and wanton as they came. Forcing her to be honest was doing wonders for her inhibitions.

"As you wish." Hands around her waist, I lifted her up and off of me, my cock sliding out with a bit of a pop. Handling her like a doll, I laid her out over the cushions of the sofa, keeping myself on top of her.

"Wait... let's go to the bedroom. Not out here, we have friends sit on this couch, we can't... hiiiii!!" Her objections were cut off with a squeal as I plunged myself inside of her. Before, she'd gently and tenderly as she could put my massive cock inside of her, but now I was smashing it against her womb with overwhelming power.

Without the magic of the ring, I could have seriously bruised or hurt her. With it, all of that pain and force was converted into pressure and pleasure. As I started to pump into her, she let out screams of ecstasy, begging for more once her mind had adjusted enough to the influx of pleasure enough that she was able to form words again, "Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Keep going! Feels so good, shoo good! Hahhh... harder...!"

Out of consideration for any neighbors, I put my hand back around her throat and squeezed down so hard she could barely breathe. It only made her beg all the more, got her pussy even wetter and more excited. I felt her orgasm, saw her body shiver, and I kept going, pushing her past that peak and on to the next one before she could even recover, over and over.

Her folds were tight, wet, soft, almost pulsing each time I bottomed out inside of her, her small body pushing back against every thrust like she just couldn't get enough. It didn't take long for me to reach the edge. Before the times when we'd actually made love, she'd always insisted I wore a condom.

Now, for the first time, I was flooding her fertile womb with my hot cum, spanking her ass red as I emptied myself into her, a small puddle flowing out as I pulled away.

"Nnnn..." Her body finally given the chance to rest, she was limp on the cushions, sucking in deep breaths for air, "How... felt so good..." she said as both a question and statement.

I was just getting started though. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off the cushions, on to the floor, then shoved her face into the puddle of cum she'd let leak out of her, "You were right. That could leave a stain. So clean it up."

"Wha...wait...no...you know I don't like the taste, it makes me nauseous." She struggled ineffectively against my grip.

"Don't be silly. It's reasonable to ask you to clean up with your tongue, especially when you crave the taste more than anything."

"Mmm... crave it..." she said back to me, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I chuckled as I watched her lick up every bit from the cushion, even tried to suck out the last few tastes from the fabric.

"That's not the only place you left a mess though." I grabbed her by the back of her neck and guided her to my crotch. My cock was already hard again, covered in more of the cum she now found so precious.

She immediately went to work, scraping up the still warm cum with her tongue. Even after she'd gotten everything, she kept licking, looking up at me with wet eyes shining with submission, "How are you already hard again?"

"You said it yourself. You're not enough to satisfy me." I couldn't help but taunt her a little, "You want to though, don't you?"

She stroked my shaft and kissed my balls, "Yes... I do. I really do."

"Then give it your best."

I lifted her up into the air as if she were a small child and we were off to the bedroom. I had a few years of frustration built up that I was going to work out pounding her throat and pussy, maybe even her ass. More important than that though, I was going to show her that no matter what she did, she wouldn't be enough. Not on her own.

I'd make her see that not only did I deserve a harem, I needed it.